Lypophrenia

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Memoir  |  House: Booksie Classic

In memory....

There is light, there are people, and gathering of all that’s good.

Everyone is happy, enjoying the signaling of the merry season.

And at my end there is light, there are people, and my mind, a rude.

I am surrounded by known ones, friends, and philosophers --

They’re all jovial and I, the antithesis, the crude!

Apparently everyone is here and no one to miss explicit;

But there I’m, the vagabond mind, wanting to be brewed --

In the memory of someone who has just forgotten me!

I ask myself why I am agonized, and why I should?

Then the inner me in the middle of the jollity, whispered --

You’re missing someone vaguely whom to forget you could.


Submitted: December 22, 2019

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